(Xzibit)So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serveWe gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you rollNon-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayoWe had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it upget him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuckSo what the fuck is the hold up?("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'll be right there")Reminds me I gotta shake the spotI got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)Yo, who is that man? ("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back")That's when I shoulda got the heaterBut I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at TequilaStarted countin out twelve when it hit meIf you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rangBefore I could yell out to lock the frontNiggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duckBad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than thatI'm caught in the kitchen without the strap("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")Yeah, woulda killed Terminators only D between us is a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chestTook the money off the table and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bandsSnatched the whole shit and broke outI ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couchSmashed out into the middle of the street started blastinDumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashinI thought I heard the homies just in time for the actionPolice hit the corner with they reds and white's flashinThese niggas rolled off with at least a cool fiftyYa, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit meShipped me off downtown for the bookinThrew my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookinFingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors One at the door, another one askin questionsStupid shit like: - "Who was I shootin at?"Was it game related and where do they kick it at?But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people Involved it was an inside jobBut I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you downFuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the lossSet bail at fifteen g's, no sweatGot cars slippin tonight, and almost got wetHomies come to set bail see, but that's all rightSince I'm already here I'ma spend the night

(Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation)("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") (*Car horns*)("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man")("Ahhhh") ("Do I look like I wanna kill?") ("Ay man, fuck that")("Ay, look?) ("I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it")("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk")("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man")

All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication (All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk)Okay, I understand that